“What’s your name?” “Erjon.” A pause.A confused look. “Elio,” he says.It’s easierin a countrywhere his real namesounds strange. He arrived there when he was young. A new language.A new way of speaking.A new way of living. And new eyeslooking at himas someone who d
This morning, on my way to work, I heard the slow call of a dove. And suddenly I remembered something. I used to hear that sound every morning before going to school. It made the day feel lighter before it even began. And in the afternoon I would hear it again, and it felt like [
Sometimes it takes nothing. A name. A smell. The air on your skin. The sound of birds somewhere far. A voice in the distance. A ringtone you haven’t heard in years. And suddenly something moves inside you. Not a thought. A feeling. A memory that doesn’t ask permission. A mome
People see a part of us. The smile. The energy. The way we seem. And that’s what stays. But there is always another side. Quieter. Sometimes more tired. And often it’s not that others don’t see it. Sometimes we are the ones who keep it hidden. How many words we left unfinis
Peace, for someone simple like me, is not something big. It’s not silence everywhere. It’s not a perfect life. Peace is coming home and feeling your shoulders relax without even noticing. Peace is not having to defend yourself. Not having to explain. Just breathing normally a
Words are small. But they carry weight. They can open something. Or close it. Sometimes a sentence changes a day. Sometimes more than that. Not because it’s loud, but because it arrives at the right moment. We forget this easily. We throw words out fast. We use them to react. T
Yesterday I was walking in my usual woods.It started raining. Normally, that’s the moment I get annoyed.Because it wasn’t planned.Because it interrupts. But yesterday was different. Instead of rushing,instead of complaining,I slowed down. I felt the rain on my face.I listened
